Your Excellency, I love you!

If it is true, then there were so many tragic and cruel things in the last life...the tragic death of mother, the tragic death of Ah Chu, the tragic death of the baby, and finally her tragic death...

In the final analysis, these tragedies all happened because she loved Mo Shiche for 17 years. In this life, she no longer dared to love Mo Shiche anymore, and she swore that she would never love him again, but could it be... Can the trajectory line be changed?

Or is it that no matter what she does in this life... these tragedies cannot be avoided?

Luo Qiangwei suddenly felt panic, like a big hand grasping her bloody, closed heart, ruthlessly wreaking havoc on the bloody wound...

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Yan Chu couldn't help frowning and muttering, "Could it be that I fell on my head..."

Only when his hand touched her forehead, Luo Qiangwei suddenly recovered from her shock, and said slowly, "I...it's fine."

Yan Chu stretched out his hand to help her up, bent down and patted the ashes on her skirt, "You still say you're fine with such a pale face, girls, don't be so brave, are you frightened?"

At this time, the person who threw the flowerpot from upstairs came down and apologized, saying that he touched it accidentally, but fortunately no one was injured.

Luo Qiangwei was a little absent-minded during the whole process, until the man left, Yan Chu called her again, "Little beauty, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

Luo Qiangwei looked up at him, "You... saved me."

Yan Chu smiled and said, "Yes, I am your savior now, shouldn't you smile at me?"

Looking at his languid smile, she suddenly felt that it was so good to be born again, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

"Right, look how beautiful you smile," Yan Chu curled her lips, and suddenly took her hand, "Come with me, I'll play the guitar for you."

He dragged Luo Qiangwei to the fountain on Wutong Street, Yan Chu picked up the guitar that was placed there, sat down and played and sang to her.

Listening to his familiar and pleasant voice, Luo Qiangwei seemed to have returned to her previous life. Every time she was unhappy, he would play the guitar for her, and even discussed with her how to chase Mo Shiche...

He was really good to her, but he died because of her...

"Hey, hey, why are your eyes red?!" Yan Chu stopped halfway through singing, and hurriedly stood up, "Are you in a bad mood, is it... your husband beat you last night?"

She hurriedly lowered her head and wiped her eyes with her hands, "No...there's sand in my eyes."

"I don't believe such words," Yan Chu snorted softly, then smiled and bent down, approaching her with a handsome face, "Okay, I have a way to make you forget the unhappy things absolutely, you close your eyes first. "

Luo Qiangwei looked at him, then closed her eyes.

Yan Chu seemed to take a few steps back, "Three, two, one... Open it!"

Hearing this, Luo Qiangwei opened her eyes——

Yan Chu slowly opened his arms, and hundreds of butterflies danced around him, just like a beautiful painting of butterflies dancing, the beauty is gorgeous and suffocating!

She had seen this scene in her previous life, but she was deeply shocked when she saw it again.

The people passing by couldn't help but stop, looking at the rare spectacle here...

Standing among the flying butterflies, Yan Chu, with bright eyes and bright teeth, is as beautiful as a prince in a fairy tale, and his smile is exotic and evil, "My mother said that girls like butterflies, do you like them?"

Luo Qiangwei smiled and nodded, "I like it."

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, and those butterflies seemed to feel it, and they flew towards her, and landed on her petal dress one after another, surrounding her...

The seven-color pollen on the wings also fell on her because of the shaking...